Category Archives: Brian Eno

Hanging Myself

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Not funny really in this time of Infinite Jests, but maybe it is really exactly how I feel. I mean in the sense of eternal return, or Metampsychosis, or however you spell it and whatever Joyce was talking about…. I’m hanging the show. I feel like a worker… in the Marxist sense of that word: working on the ladders with the back into it. I mean to say that hanging a book is a physical act. I’ve been training for it like a boxer at the gym.. but my fucking thumbs are still weak for the push pins and the map pins and the pins and needles and needles and pins…..feel like a carpenter… feel like Christ crucified… stigmata on my thumb. LOL. music here is some odd Brian Wilson post Smile mid mad period song. Fucking lovely and perfect fit for my raw time lapse. More to come…

Conversations With Myself

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Another Green World

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The Queen fled the Kingdom for a Baby Shower on the Shores of ManHat. So the King/fool had art classes mit kinder… I guess you’d call it Kinder Garten…. or kids in the garden… and we are stardust, we are golden and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to paint it.